
Title: This is Home
Author: starcrazed
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN
Category: M/L, K/Ava, M/M
Rating: Mature
Summary: Earth’s only hope now is the Granilith. Only problem: it is literally a world away and those on Earth have no way to get in contact with those who could help them. When those on Earth finally make contact with Antar will the hybrids go back to a home they’ve searched for their entire lives or will their enemy stop them?
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AN: “This is Home” by Switchfoot. Besides giving this story a title, the song also helped me write it. –No infringement is intended.
I've got my memories
Always
Inside of me
But I can't go back
Back to how it was
I believe you now
I've come too far
No I can't go back
Back to how it was
Created for a place
I've never known
This is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is home
Belief over misery
I've seen the enemy
And I won't go back
Back to how it was
And I got my heart
Set on
What happens next
I got my eyes wide
It's not over yet
We are miracles
And we're not alone
Yeah, this is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is home
And now after all
My searching
After all my questions
I'm gonna call it home
I got a brand new mindset
I can finally see
The sunset
I'm gonna call it home
This is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
This is home
Now I know
Yeah, this is home
I've come too far
And I won't go back
Yeah, this is home
~*~*~*~*~
Part 1
April 2017
Exhaustion didn’t even come close to describing the state of the lone person traveling the never ending highway the lay ahead of him. He wished he could remember what it felt like to be exhausted. Imagining it would be a welcomed relief to the sorry condition he found himself in now. It had been far too long since his body ached with something as simple as exhaustion. More then the past few days he’s been on the road, certainly more then weeks its been since the last frantic struggle for supplies. Definitely more then the months its been since he’s seen any of the few remaining familiar faces he considered family, maybe even sadly as long as the years that have regretfully passed without peace.
Still even after all the times he traveled back he was still in awe watching the landscape around him change into the rose-colored desert that reminded him of a home he’s tried so hard to get back to for the past sixteen years.
Killing the engine as he reached the ‘Welcome to Roswell’ sign he hopped off the bike and slowly took off the helmet ignoring his numb legs that have been straddling the bike for the past eight hours. He shook the brown hair out of his eyes and held up one arm to block the sun as he looked towards his childhood town from the distance before walking towards it.
He didn’t know why he left his motorcycle back by the sign and walked into town. It wasn’t like he had to be concerned with running into anybody. Not only was Roswell no longer the tourist trap it once was when he was a boy, it was barely a town at all anymore.
Those that survived the first wave of the war didn’t find it so funny to live in the alien capital of the world once the second wave of the war began and the aliens decided to try and take over their world.
As hit boots left footprints on the dusty road he allowed his mind to get swept away with the memories as his body automatically took him to his destination.
~Crash festivals~ the Crashdown shooting~ that first year of confusion, hurt, and discovery~ Eating in the Crashdown almost everyday~ the second year of constantly being hunted, trying to accept his new role, the unbearable heartache and betrayal~ Senior year filled with so many things, so many emotions, but hardly one that was spoken ~ Aiden’s birth~~ PROM~ Graduation~ Controlling their powers~ Leaving home for college~ Leaving home to save their lives when what some of the humans still call World War Three broke out~ Meeting new allies~
He thought of one particular ally he hoped to be able to see within the weeks end and a smile graced his aged features. It was lines of worry and stress that were evident on his face now, not the laugh lines surrounding his eyes in those few moments he got to be with the ones he loved.
The ones that he fought for.
The ones he would lay down his life for in an instant, without any hesitation whatsoever.
The ones who motivated him to fight this fight that didn’t begin as theirs, but with time grew to be theirs just as much as it belonged to those who left them behind.
He ignored the twist in his gut at the thought of his friends no longer with him. No longer with them.
He pushed himself forward as he saw the all too familiar Crashdown sign in the distance. It wasn’t lit up; it had been years since the sign was working, years since the Café itself was open for business.
When the bell over head sounded he was still surprised considering the glass windows were gone and the tables and chairs where scattered throughout the restaurant very few of them upright.
The mural on the wall was covered in graffiti and the framed pictures on the other walls were torn and hanging crooked. The lights inside were shattered and the swinging door lay useless on the floor.
If possible the Crashdown looked even worse then the last time he was here. He was grateful for a moment the Parkers were no longer around to see their beloved restaurant in such desolation. They were some of the first to get out of town knowing what they did about aliens.
For once he pushed away the flashes of memory that tried to consume him as he headed straight for the back stairs and up to the long abandoned apartment cursing Liz Parker’s need to distance herself from all things alien.
Wondering why the hell they didn’t just leave all this stuff back at the chamber where they found it and why on Earth they needed these things now.
And why it had to be him to get them.
Liz’s room was a mess, but that was no surprise considering the state of things he found downstairs. He was glad he barely recognized her room with its current state. He didn’t need the few memories he had of her bedroom to rush over him and make him lose focus.
He sent up a silent prayer to whatever was out there listening at this point that the orbs were still there.
That whoever ransacked the apartment didn’t find the one thing they needed most right now.
Swearing that if they ever needed to get the healing stones it wouldn’t be him that went to get them.
With a hope he hadn’t felt in years, that the plan would work, he started towards the window.
As he crawled through it onto the balcony he cursed himself for not taking the ladder up. It would have been so much easier on his thirty-four year old body. He scanned the brick wall mentally counting the bricks hopeful that Liz’s memory was as good as they always thought before stepping forward and waving a hand in front of the wall.
A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as a silver hand print appeared where once a red heart glowed and he reached in easily and pulled out the two small metallic objects shaped like smaller footballs.
Dropping them carefully in his duffel bag he tossed it over his shoulder before heading to the ladder. He paused briefly doubting it was still there, but knowing how much she had loved it, he squeezed back in through the window and headed towards the loose brick that once hid a journal. Pulling it loose he wasn’t surprised to find it gone. His mind pondered if she had it and kept it a secret or her parents took it for her. Maybe their enemies had gotten it or a harmless wandered had found it.
Crossing the threshold of the window for the third and final time he was back out on the balcony and down the ladder before the sun finished dropping behind the horizon. Taking a moment to admire the pink sky dusted with orange he moved on quickly, back towards his bike with the two orbs safely secured on his back.
TBC>>>